Yesterday
I made a rash promise. I wasn’t entirely myself at the time – quite possibly someone else. So I need your help. All you
budding crime novelists out there.
See,
I went through a phase, several years back, when I read crime thrillers. I dined
out on dissection and drooled over death and disintegrating cadavers. The gorier the better - y’know, Patricia Cornwell
and all that jazz. But then I got…a bit
murdered out. I just sort of lost the trail. I never followed the plotlines anyhow,
rarely figured out the murderer (if it was a whodunit) and just generally became
a bit desensitized to all the slashing and stabbing. Why am I reading this, I
wondered?
Nowadays
I don’t even watch them on TV. Okay, so the
odd Morse for old time’s sake – and then
mainly for Oxford and John Thaw and the nostalgia of Barrington Phelong’s music. Lewis? Nah. Adrian and James like it but I tend to
sit reading a book or staring into mid-space, poking my head up every so often
to say, lugubriously, ‘She’s dead’ or ‘He’s had it’. Adrian loves crime though. Mainly on TV. And preferably
foreign, ideally European – Italian or Scandinavian or French – never American.
He’s funny like that.
But
hey, it’s horses for courses, right? I'm sure most
of you would rather read a cereal packet than Sivananda Buried Yoga or The
Magdalen Manuscript, right? And I
know a lot of you love crime and thrillers and all. So maybe you can help me out. I get asked all kinds of weird stuff in
regard to this blog. Like, would I test
out baby buggies (er, with what? The Soul Puppy?) or would I try out the latest
flavor of BEAR Yo Yo’s (mango, as it happens)*
But
yesterday, I got asked something that really surprised me. Could I come up with
the opening sentence to a crime thriller?
It was so unlikely and bizarre that, before I knew what I was doing
(still thick – in every sense - with cold) I’d said, ‘Huh? What? Oh yeah, okay,
why not?’
It’s
to tie in with the Specsavers Crime
Thriller Awards – you know, the one where they win Daggers instead of
Oscars. Hang about…The Specsavers Crime Thriller Awards,
huh? When did that happen? Do all the protagonists have to wear contact
lenses? Murder by monocle?
Anyhow,
the idea is a mini Twitter crime novel, to be written by Specsavers' Twitter followers. The crime author Peter James has come up with the
settings and the three main characters and now all it needs before it kicks off is an opening line.
· Setting:
Brighton and London
·
Three
main character names: John Benson, Terence Lucas, Sarah Wilde
·
Four
key things that happen:
1. A woman's body is found on an expensive
boat in Brighton Marina.
2. A suitcase, hidden on the boat,
contains £100,000 in cash.
3. The boat's owner is missing.
4. The boat owner's mobile phone is
found in the toilet of a train heading north from Brighton to London.
Anyhow,
I realized at this point that a) I was already bored and b) I really didn’t have
much of a clue where to begin.
But
Mr James was prepared for that (the not a clue bit anyhow). “Always set up a situation in the
very first line of a book,’ he says. ‘Ideally someone who has a problem.”
Well I
never.
He then gives some examples of his own first lines.
Dead Simple: "So far, apart from just a couple of hitches, Plan A was
working out fine. Which was fortunate,
since they didn’t really have a Plan B."
Dead Man's Footsteps: "If Ronnie Wilson had known, as he woke up, that in just
a couple of hours’ time he would be dead, he would have planned his day
somewhat differently."
Dead Man's Grip: "On the morning of the accident, Carly had forgotten
to set the alarm, and overslept. She
woke with a bad hangover, a damp dog crushing her, and the demented pounding of
drums and cymbals coming from her son’s bedroom. To add to her gloom, it was pelting with rain
outside."
Not Dead Yet: "I am warning you, and I won’t repeat this
warning. Don’t take the part. You’d better believe me. Take the part
and you are dead. Bitch.”
Aggh, my
inner editor is itching to get out the red pen. But I shall sit on my
hands. Now, seriously though, I really
haven’t got the foggiest. Any thoughts? Over to you. Let me know your best and I will
pass them onto the Specsaver people. What do you get out of it, other than the
glory? Well, I’m sure I can rustle up a
prize, something suitably gory, for the best. What do I get out of it? Hopefully an eye test. J
The awards
will be broadcast on ITV3 on 23rd October. There will be a six-week run-up
of crime and drama programming. Joy incarnate!
*btw the Bear
Yo Yo’s really are nice. Well, the mango ones are. I dunno about the others cos
they only sent the one roll. But I asked James and he says that the others are
pretty good apart from the apple one which is ‘mank’. Can recommend for
your child’s lunchbox as they are full of fibre, count as one of the 5 a day, and
are absolutely not packed with added anything nasty).
My only
gripe – make them longer and thinner please.
16 comments:
I have tried the Bear snacks as I liked the idea they didn't have added sugar. I found the flavours indistinctive and the Pineapple one I tried could have been road-kill for all I knew. Given what they cost, I wont be buying them again, I'd rather go without.
None of those first lines grabbed me - but I did dream up a novel based on drug running from the other bits of info given ... shall I write it - nah.
Hope you are feeling a bit better ? Can't send you expensive gifts, but can send my love.
It was the dog. It was always the dog.
@Zoe - I'm funny bout pineapple - has to be fresh. Oh, go on? G'won... pretty please? :)
Still feeling crap but less crap. And love is all I need. :)
@Sarah - I like it. Goes into the pot. :)
'They say that the two best days of owning a boat are the day you buy it and the day you sell it. Today, though, was surely the worst day.'
You came up with it yourself ... I got ... a bit murdered out ...
Great line.
'I was just a recreational drug user, I did it for fun! This wasn't fun any more; it had become deadly serious; what the hell did I know about boats anyway? Now to pay my drug debts I had to work as crew.'
I was sorry she had to die--after all, she wasn't the one I'd planned to kill--but her cash was the bonus I'd never expected.
The eggs picture--it's absolutely wonderful. And glad you're feeling well enough to post.
She was battered and bloodied, and very, very dead. No clue who she had been, but now I was--at least for the next five minutes--guaranteed to be still alive, and I've learned to be grateful for small favors.
She lay there, sprawled on the deck, dead.
Her world hadn't ended with a bang, but a whimper.
And I was furious.
The yacht might be in receivership, the cell phone, with its crucial DNA, gone missing, and a corpse might lie languid at my feet--but I had money.
And it's always, always, always, all about the money.
I thought long and hard about the body on board, and about the best way to open the valves--just sink the boat, trace evidence and all.
But, of course, that hadn't worked out all that well for Max de Winter, did it?
I was counting the bills I'd stolen--because, after all, who can you really trust?--when her cell phone rang. But it shouldn't have, because I had thrown it overboard--I had thrown it, hadn't I? I had meant to, so I must have done so.
Anna Griffith drew her thin wool cardigan closer, wishing she'd remembered to bring along a scarf. Hell, she also wished the London train would arrive soon. This was no place to be late on a Sunday evening.
That fellow down the platform had better stay down the platform. Anna tried to ignore the fellow's restless pacing.
Sorry, Jane...I couldn't resist a few sentences. xo
Nice work...keep 'em coming. :)
Or send 'em packing... :)
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. Dead on the same day, same time, same office - same crime scene.
Huge thanks for all these...wonderful stuff!
Well, I've just heard back from Specsavers and - yay! - we did it... I mean, you did it...well, okay, so Andy did it. They've chosen Andy's first line to kick off the Twitter novel.
Andy - can you get in touch with me if you read this as I have no way of getting in touch with you?
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